Ritalin
04-12-2007, 11:26 AM
I'm changing my name from Ritalin to Vicodin for the next day or so, because I just had a bone graft/inplant on my lower jaw.
How was it, you ask? Oh, just super. Super. I literally had an inplant screwed into my jaw with a little tiny weeny socket wrench. Just at that moment, my Ipod shuffles to Paul Westerberg covering Nowhere Man. Yeah, I was pretty nowhere right then.
How does my face feel? Oh, fine, just fine. My favorite part was at the end, sitting up and surveying the tray of bloody gauze and shiny instruments of torture, when periodontist hands me a prescription and says "Now, this is for Vicodin. It can make you a little woozy, and you don't have to fill it if you don't want to."
How fast did I fill that prescription? Oh, 3, 5 minutes. I stood there tapping my foot and dribbling blood on the pharmacy counter until they gave me my precious painkillers. A half hour, you say? Do I look like I'm going to come back in a half hour in this cold rain with THIS FACE? I can burn this place to the ground in a half hour, so why don't you put down the Lipator and get me my pills, fool.
How long did it take for the Vicodin to kick in? Oh, right about the begining of this post. Right about then, give or take. Wanna see a picture? I stole one of my xrays.
http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r85/ritalin3g/tooth.jpg
Seriously, that's me, so if I should go missing on the internets, use it to find me. Use it to positively identify my screen name. "Oh yeah, that's Ritalin. You can tell by the screw in his head. See it, right there. Right in the middle. Oh sure."
Alright, I'm going to lay down now. Or, maybe not.
How was it, you ask? Oh, just super. Super. I literally had an inplant screwed into my jaw with a little tiny weeny socket wrench. Just at that moment, my Ipod shuffles to Paul Westerberg covering Nowhere Man. Yeah, I was pretty nowhere right then.
How does my face feel? Oh, fine, just fine. My favorite part was at the end, sitting up and surveying the tray of bloody gauze and shiny instruments of torture, when periodontist hands me a prescription and says "Now, this is for Vicodin. It can make you a little woozy, and you don't have to fill it if you don't want to."
How fast did I fill that prescription? Oh, 3, 5 minutes. I stood there tapping my foot and dribbling blood on the pharmacy counter until they gave me my precious painkillers. A half hour, you say? Do I look like I'm going to come back in a half hour in this cold rain with THIS FACE? I can burn this place to the ground in a half hour, so why don't you put down the Lipator and get me my pills, fool.
How long did it take for the Vicodin to kick in? Oh, right about the begining of this post. Right about then, give or take. Wanna see a picture? I stole one of my xrays.
http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r85/ritalin3g/tooth.jpg
Seriously, that's me, so if I should go missing on the internets, use it to find me. Use it to positively identify my screen name. "Oh yeah, that's Ritalin. You can tell by the screw in his head. See it, right there. Right in the middle. Oh sure."
Alright, I'm going to lay down now. Or, maybe not.